Mara's Pov

The Raven’s Baptism

Guilt was supposed to burn.

"What am I doing? Zeno... We were supposed to get married..."

It was supposed to claw at her insides, to twist her stomach into knots, to make the pale beauty's skin crawl with the filth of what she’d done—what she was doing.

But Mara felt nothing.

Or rather, she felt everything—the rough scrape of Ettore’s pubic hair against her cheeks, the salty tang of his balls on her tongue, the weight of his cock slapping against her forehead—and none of it mattered.

Because this was what Zeno wanted.

"It's not cheating. I'm just... Helping my fiancee's dad. His fat throbbing co... F-Fuck!! I mean, his back, just Ettore's back. That's it."

Right?

The thought flickered through the voluptuous girlfriend's mind like a dying ember, barely registering before it was smothered beneath the heat pooling between her thighs.

"Welcome back, baby girl."

Ettore’s voice was a gravelly purr, the words dripping with a satisfaction that made Mara’s pulse stutter. His golden eyes—too bright, too knowing—locked onto hers as he stroked his cock, the thick shaft glistening with her saliva.

"The boy give us time for one more?"

Mara’s fingers trembled around the glass of water, the condensation slick against her skin. She set it down with deliberate care, the clink of glass against wood unnaturally loud in the heavy silence.

She could leave.

She could walk out the door right now.

She could—

"Mara."

The command in his tone rippled through her, a vibration in her bones that bypassed thought entirely. Her knees buckled, her body moving before her mind could protest.

The carpet scraped her bare knees as she crawled toward the bed, her camisole riding up to expose the swell of her ass. Ettore’s gaze burned into her, his grin widening as she settled between his spread thighs.

"That’s it," he murmured, his fingers tangling in her hair. "Get a good smell of Daddy’s balls."

The push was rough, his grip unyielding as he ground her pretty face into his groin. The musky scent of sweat and seed flooded her senses, the thick aroma making her head spin.

"Hmmmph!!"

Zeno’s father was wiping his balls on her face.

The realization should have sickened her.

Instead, her tongue darted out, lapping at the wrinkled skin with a hunger that terrified her.

"Mmm, that’s a good girl," Ettore groaned, his hips jerking as she took one heavy orb into her mouth. "Suck ‘em nice and clean for Daddy."

Mara whimpered, the vibration earning her a sharp yank of her hair.

"Louder."

She moaned, the sound filthy even to her own ears, her cheeks burning as Ettore’s cock slapped against her forehead.

"Thank me."

"T-Thank you, Ettore," Mara gasped, her lips peppering kisses along his shaft.

The smack came without warning, the thick length of his cock stinging her cheek.

"Bad girl," Ettore tsked, his grip tightening in her hair. "Try again."

Mara’s breath hitched, her mind racing.

What did he want?

Then—

Oh.

"T-Thank you… Daddy," she whispered, the title sour on her tongue.

Ettore’s grin was triumphant.

"Good girl." His thumb brushed her lower lip. "Now suck Daddy’s cock."

The Raven’s Lesson

Mara’s luscious red lips parted, her throat opening as Ettore guided himself into her mouth. The stretch was unbearable, her jaw aching as he bottomed out against the back of her tongue.

"Breathe through your nose," he instructed, his voice thick with amusement. "And relax that throat."

She tried, her fingers clutching at his thighs as she fought the urge to gag.

Thump. Thump. THUMP.

The cheating slut's pulse hammered in her ears, her vision darkening at the edges as Ettore began to move.

In.

Out.

Deeper.

Each thrust stole the raven haired vixen's breath, the thick glide of his fat cock against her tongue sending shivers down her spine.

"That’s it," Ettore praised, his free hand groping her tit through the thin fabric of her camisole. "Take it all like a good little cocksleeve."

Mara’s eyes rolled back, her voluptuous body arching as his fingers pinched her nipple.

Pain. Pleasure. Wrongwrongwrong.

But the pulse behind her eyes swallowed the protest, the warmth in her belly coiling tighter with every slurp, every gag, every tear that streaked her flushed cheeks.

"I don’t know, whether you are a good fit for my son." Ettore mused, the old dirty bastard's hips snapping forward to bulge her throat. "Big, full balls run in the family. You’re gonna need to change up your technique if you’re ever gonna keep my son properly drained."

Mara whined, the vibration earning her a groan.

"Use your hands," he commanded, pulling out with a wet lurid pop. "Show Daddy how you’d milk Zeno’s cock."

Her fingers shook as she wrapped them around his shaft, the young woman's grip tentative at first.

"Tighter."

She squeezed, her thumb swirling over the leaking tip.

"Faster."

Her wrist flicked, the slap of skin on skin echoing through the room.

Ettore’s breath hissed through his teeth, his claws digging into her scalp.

"Now talk," he growled. "Tell Daddy how much you love sucking cock."

Mara’s lips parted, the words tumbling out before she could stop them.

"I-I love it," she panted, the cheating girlfriend's tongue darting out to lick a stripe up his throbbing shaft. "Love how big you are, Daddy. Love how you taste."

The lie should have choked her.

Instead, it freed her.

Ettore’s roar split the air as he came, his tainted seed painting her tongue with a bitterness that seared her soul.

"Swallow."

She obeyed.